Jan 18, 08
Recommended to Kelly by:
My European history teacher
Francophiles and poetry lovers
After reading Baudelaire, I suddenly find myself wanting to smoke cigarettes and say very cynical things while donning a trendy haircut. Plus, if I didn't read Baudelaire, how could I possibly carry on conversations with pretentious art students?
In all seriousness, though, I wish my French was better, so that I could read it in its intended language. I'm sure it looses something in the translation... but it's still great stuff nonetheless.
And with a title like "Flowers of Evil," how can you go wrong?